Forgive me for waxing fiery and poetic on this subject, because this is something that's had me feeling all sorts of ways today, and I can only share my strongest convictions, no matter who likes it or who doesn't.
I make no apologies for having my feet firmly planted within the word, for having my path illuminated by the word, for resting in the full confidence in the verse which says to let God be true and every man a liar, for understanding that His ways are above our own, and there is a way which seems right to a man, but the end results in death. I have no problems losing friends or family for the sake of the gospel of Christ. I have no shame in the cross, my banner. I am no respecter of man, I won't pander or resort to pleasant euphemisms for the sake of feelings, or for the preservation of kinship or fraternity. I will follow my conviction and let the fire of my unwavering integrity burn away the chaff which presents itself as reason, or justice, or fairness -- for the only true fairness presented unto man went upon a cross for my sake, and His word is absolute.
I won't be joining in new Babylon's celebration of sin, nor embrace the Supreme Court's jurisdiction to redefine the sacrament of marriage -- it is not theirs to rule or mandate. There is only one Sovereign. I will not bow to the androgynous agenda which renders a man effeminate or a woman brutishly masculine, rending their bodies to match misplaced and delusional feelings about who they feel they should be, in place of who they are. As these small abominations of desolation find themselves settled and secure in dry and barren places I find myself withdrawing all the more into the cleft of the rock, into the hidden places under the shadow of the Most High, to the sheer delight of many I'm sure -- I've showed these very same points and values to friends and family today and I will likely lose some of them to the idols of culture and political correctness. I will not bow to these idols or incline my eyes to look favorably upon the moral degradation of this nation. I look for the resurrection of the life to come and name myself a pilgrim in a strange land. I would rather be on the wrong side of history than on the wrong side of my God. Let God arise and let His enemies be scattered, and let those who hate Him flee from before His face. As smoke vanishes let them vanish, as wax melts from before the face of fire.